Why did they have to lie and tell us it only got better?
Why did they tell us to hope for the best?
What is our purpose in life?
What was the need of keeping us alive to kill us still?
Why couldn't they leave us and not make us so we could hurt all the time?
Musa Muktari was a kind soul and you did him no courtesies
First you lot made him writhe in agony
Then you cut his life off like he was meant for the race only and never the victory
I hope you give him a good spot to rest up
And a sound apology because he deserves it.
(3/9/2017) I will deeply miss seeing you around, Musa.
YOU ARE READING
My Eyes Were Steadfast
PoetryBecause sometimes, what we need to do is shake those shackles off and do our thing, not judged, unquestioned.
